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The Grateful Jew

Not long ago I went to a fundraiser to benefit two organizations with similar goals. One organization seeks to help hungry people in Tucson and the other to provide breakfast for young kids in an African school. For my money I got to eat good food, “win” exciting auctions, and sit in good company. All my winnings left me in a quandary. What the heck I should do with my African booty?So, this here picture shows off purchases from the fundraiser. I have earrings, a rhino letter opener, and a necklace. I also have a yard of each of those fabrics. I can’t tell you how excited I was when after a “quick draw” bid I got the second yard. A contingent of soccer friends who came in support of the cause rather than because they are members of my church where the event was held, were surely embarrassed by my jumping up and down. If they were members, they would have remembered the Price is Right move from when I won a home cooked, gourmet dinner for six at the last raffle (to be served in January!).

Point is, what do I DO with this stuff? Well, actually, I’ve already decided the rhino letter opener is totally Naomi’s. Of course the only “presents with a presence” comment I got was from a Jew. Thanks, Na. Though I’m pretty sure the Jane subscription you got on a birthday some time back was a pretty darn thoughtful gift that you’ll remember always. And may Hannukah Harry bring you many pairs of socks.

But the rest of you lazy bums had better come home from the mall. This is about honoring those who honored you. Good givers can tap into their recipient self. I KNOW there is a taker or two among you. The Internets aren’t as anonymous as you think. I need help. I asked nicely. So, tell me about your memorable gifts and tell me what the H-E-double hockey sticks I should do with two yards of mismatched African cottonish stuff.

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5 thoughts on “The Grateful Jew”

I am of absolutely NO help at all! I think it it’s awesome…but well, the only thing I know to do with material is to buy it already in the form you want it ie; shirt, pants, tablecloth, curtains…I have NO artistic or creative juices in this big ol’ body! LOL

My Uncle Ronny gave me the kitchen table that my grandma bought the year I was born. She said she was buying it so I could celebrate all my birthdays at it. That was true for the first 17, but then grandma went to her reward. Uncle Ronny gave it to when I graduated college. As furniture it’s kind of a piece of crap, but I wouldn’t trade it for all the whiskey in Ireland.